"Ah, so that's how it is," he says, smirking slightly. "Well, I suppose that would be the least of my crimes." He winks. "I won't tell if you won't."
Useless. There's nobody to rat to, anyway, but for a moment, it's just a matter of feeling... normal. Like a person, or something, rather than drown in guilt and grief.
He hums, looking over the bottles behind the counter. Then...
"Pour me some of that Pisang Ambon," he says. Fuck it-- who cares, right?
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"Ah, so that's how it is," he says, smirking slightly. "Well, I suppose that would be the least of my crimes." He winks. "I won't tell if you won't."
Useless. There's nobody to rat to, anyway, but for a moment, it's just a matter of feeling... normal. Like a person, or something, rather than drown in guilt and grief.
He hums, looking over the bottles behind the counter. Then...
"Pour me some of that Pisang Ambon," he says. Fuck it-- who cares, right?